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Page 51 of 1291909 · PDF PAGE 145
… I’ve known, And many a city rare ; I have sung and harped, I have fought and flown, I have wandered everywhere. But the thought of that day by the water-side, The god’s hot breath and the hidden bride, Makes me more shy as I wander alone, Unknowing whither I fare. XIV And in the morning Pan rose and fled, And left me alone to sleep; And long I lay in a slumber dead. Then on hands and knees did I creep Back to the shade of the sheltering trees ; And I found my sheep on the shady leas; And my body was flushed, and my cheeks were red, And my eyes…
1909 · PDF PAGE 145
… I’ve known, And many a city rare ; I have sung and harped, I have fought and flown, I have wandered everywhere. But the thought of that day by the water-side, The god’s hot breath and the hidden bride, Makes me more shy as I wander alone, Unknowing whither I fare. XIV And in the morning Pan rose and fled, And left me alone to sleep; And long I lay in a slumber dead. Then on hands and knees did I creep Back to the shade of the sheltering trees ; And I found my sheep on the shady leas; And my body was flushed, and my cheeks were red, And my eyes…
1910 · PDF PAGE 29
…as ! From heaven we are thrust, we have no more trust. Alas ! Gold hairs and gray ! Red lips and white ! Warm hearts, cold clay ! Bright day, dim night ! Our spirits pass Like the hours away. We have no light, Alas ! alas !
1911 · PDF PAGE 157
…e thick and wet Among the leaves ; and the trees wave naked arms In despair to the sky. The light is quickly dying, And there is no more day; the dull red sun— A sore and aching eye in a face of gray—— Droops down to slumber. All the world is dead. Rose! Rose! Where art thou? O my Rose, my Rose! My secret Rose, art lost among the gray? There is no voice in the silence ; in the woods The brownness glistens under the weeping rain, I49
1911 · PDF PAGE 157
…e thick and wet Among the leaves ; and the trees wave naked arms In despair to the sky. The light is quickly dying, And there is no more day; the dull red sun— A sore and aching eye in a face of gray—— Droops down to slumber. All the world is dead. Rose! Rose! Where art thou? O my Rose, my Rose! My secret Rose, art lost among the gray? There is no voice in the silence ; in the woods The brownness glistens under the weeping rain, I49
1929 · PDF PAGE 547
…sively whether it would be wise to settle in this place or that. The only favourable suggestion was Cefalu. We reached there on the last day of March. I could not doubt that the gods had guided our steps for finding the hotel so sordid, dirty and disgusting, I swore I would not spend a second night there. The gods rose to the occasion. A man named Giordano Giosus came round after breakfast and said he had a villa to let. Anyone who knows Italy will appreciate the magnitude of this miracle. To get the most trifling business through demands the m…
1905 · PDF PAGE 209
…shame and loss. And Iam happy! Pity me! Bestow The right to work in the eternal Plan, The right to hang on the eternal Cross! THE LORD’S DAY. THE foolish bells with their discordant clang Summon the harlot-ridden Hell to pray : The vicar’s snout is tuned, the curates bray Long gabbled lessons, and their noisy twang Kills the foul worshippers with hate ; the fang Of boredom crushes out the holy day, Where whore and jobber sit and gloom, grown grey For hating of each other ; the hours hang. But where cliffs tremble, and the wind and sea Clamour, …
1899 · PDF PAGE 32
…light ; The sin that looks with wistful eyes ; the sin That trembles on the olive of the skin ; The sin that slumbers ; these divide the day And all the darkness, and deceive, and slay. And these regather in the womb of hell To marry and increase, and by the spell Of their own wickedness discover sin Unguessed at, but slow treason creeping in, To spread corruption, and destroy the earth. But in the holy hour and happy birth That swam through stars propitious, meadows white, And fresh with newer flowers of the night In the pale fields supernal, …
1910 · PDF PAGE 94
…ul tear. These are with me, these are of me, these approve me, these obey, Choose me, move me, fear me, love me, master of the night and day. These are real, these illusion : I am of them, false or frail, True or lasting, all is fusion in the spirits shadow- veil,
1912 · PDF PAGE 83
…ts hammer on the hours. The heavens have let loose Hells harsh and horrible powers. All earths a smouldering fuse Trained to the final day that fronts the Judgement seat : The elements pass away molten with fervid heat I have lain prostrate, stunned, not moving hand or foot, Morose and moribund, malevolent and mute, Red nightmare hunting down black nightmare in my brain, My consciousness a crown of unimagined pain, All being dulled and dense, this one chord twanged, the lust That stirs its somnolence, a serpent in the dust ; The lust at last…
1912 · PDF PAGE 68
…and pangs get to the limit, and that limit is easy reached by very partial conceptions of one’s 1055.") . . . . I have lived through the day. A . '. a sad mechanic exercise. A no good. Practically broke down playing billiards. Have drugged myself. (He was playing with a surgical friend, who insisted on his taking Veronali) Will do A and sleep . Went to ”??”:שmm’ Isa/de. Slept right through from overture to Act 11; my neighbour then ejected me for snoring. Did A feebly, in streets. Went to Plymouth to meet wife. Did A in train. A shade better, a…
1912 · PDF PAGE 68
…and pangs get to the limit, and that limit is easy reached by very partial conceptions of one’s 1055.") . . . . I have lived through the day. A . '. a sad mechanic exercise. A no good. Practically broke down playing billiards. Have drugged myself. (He was playing with a surgical friend, who insisted on his taking Veronali) Will do A and sleep . Went to ”??”:שmm’ Isa/de. Slept right through from overture to Act 11; my neighbour then ejected me for snoring. Did A feebly, in streets. Went to Plymouth to meet wife. Did A in train. A shade better, a…
1913 · PDF PAGE 174
… lustrous Lady, for thy shadow 's sake Is slain my slumber, ended all my ease ; I dream at dawn , nor with the wild birds wake To dulcet day ; marred are mine images Of lost low lands , of secret summer seas , Where grave gold Glamour is so subtly strewn , That from that dryad - dream no faerie flees To the Slow Nocturne of the Rising Moon . Oh lustrous Lady of the Silver Snake , Whisper thy worshipper if his pleadings please Thine ear ; oh, merrier music might I make Murmurs of moonlit meads , of light - green leas Where pagan priests muttered…
1929 · PDF PAGE 124
… holes in our clothes. We began to suspect that the ascent {217} 1. P.S. --- And in 1929 I find myself rather regretting those "spacious days"! might be troublesome. We settled the Nevado straight off. The climbing is of little interest and no difficulty. Then we camped on a spur for a week, and took turns, day and night, to watch the behaviour of the volcano. The inspection was disappointing; we could not discover any periodicity in the explosions; we could simply take our chance. We started accordingly; but, finding our feet beginning to burn…
1906 · PDF PAGE 40
…en of desire, Only remembering its God-like birth Reflected in the deity of earth, Becometh even as God. The pensive period OF night and day beats like a waving fan No more, no more: the years, — Reft of their joys and fears, Pass like pale faces, leave the life of man Untroubled of their destinies, eave him forgotten of life and time, im- ‘mortal, calm and wise. Only the ceaseless surf on coral towers, The changeless change of the unchanging ocean, Laps the bright night, with unsubstantial motion Winnowing the starlight, plumed with feathery f…
1899 · PDF PAGE 10
…herein men lave their mouths, arise and smite and kill. Listen all lands, and wonder ! For the night Rolls back her beaten iron, and the day Breaks, and the passionate heralds of the light, Armoured with love for panoply of might, Rush on the portals of the falling way. The lamps of heaven are dim while swords strike fire From rocks whose crests burn higher :— At their assault hell’s dogs gasp, totter, and expire All the gold gates are open of the East ; The rugged columns of the hills uphold A dome of changeless turquoise, and they feast, The …
1899 · PDF PAGE 228
…s in her golden breath. Let us keep watch, my true love, caught at last Between my hands, and not remember death. Only bethink us of the daylight past, The long chase oversea, the storm, the speed Whereby we ran before the leaping blast, And left the swift pursuers at our need With one wrecked dragon and one shattered ; yea! And on their swiftest many warriors bleed, Having beheld, above the gray seaway Between them and the sun, my sword arise, Like the first dagger flashing for the day,
1910 · PDF PAGE 344
THE EQUINOX Of the burning and pitiless day, and the pitiless light,— Thee only beside me, above me the mystical night, No dream so created in darkness was ever more fair. For then was thy touch as the light of a life-giving fire, Which kindles, and scorches, and burns, with unsated desire, Thy breath the warm essence of myrtle, the fragrance of pine, The languorous smoke of a temple obscene yet divine, Which gladdens the soul of a god in his passionate ire. So silent those nights, I could fancy the uttermost deep Engulfed us for ever,—for ever…
1910 · PDF PAGE 344
THE EQUINOX Of the burning and pitiless day, and the pitiless light,— Thee only beside me, above me the mystical night, No dream so created in darkness was ever more fair. For then was thy touch as the light of a life-giving fire, Which kindles, and scorches, and burns, with unsated desire, Thy breath the warm essence of myrtle, the fragrance of pine, The languorous smoke of a temple obscene yet divine, Which gladdens the soul of a god in his passionate ire. So silent those nights, I could fancy the uttermost deep Engulfed us for ever,—for ever…
1912 · PDF PAGE 49
…A. You wear badly. Paint conceals the sallow skin. What hides how sadly falls the flesh was fair within ? ZELINA. So youre the vogue to-day ? Oh, we have heard of that, But that same rogue will turn your plumpness into fat. LUCREZIA. You scurril thing ! ZELINA. Cats eyes, cows belly, and bears feet ! If these can bring success LUCREZIA. Be off, and walk the street !